Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

chapter 22

Walking with a dull head, without saying a word, both teammates died.

Silent and silent, giving people a kind of absurd scribble.

Very philosophical.

Life is impermanent, just like the mayflies of heaven and earth.

They all came back to life in Qingquanzhai, but they died so easily on the way.

Life is like nothing.

The important thing is.

Both men died.

How is he not dead?

Lin Feng stood aside and let out a long breath.

Not to mention the protagonist's halo, there is no protagonist's halo in this broken game, the protagonist always dies.

Crouching down, Lin Feng turned over the fallen guide. The guide opened his eyes and grinned at Lin Feng with a ghostly look.

Lin Feng was expressionless.

A sword into the throat.

The dragon and tiger qi struck violently, and the ghost wailed, and disappeared.

He wiped the sword with the guide's clothes.

The guide was murdered silently by ghosts, and Zhu Baihu had the aura of a dragon and a tiger.

Therefore, Zhu Baihu was probably not taken away by ghosts.

As soon as he turned around, Zhu Baihu's lips swelled and ruptured, black blood flowed from his mouth, and blood started to gurgle from his nose.

is poison.

poisonous insect?

Is it the poison in the mountains in western Hunan?

Lin Feng came to a conclusion, which was even more strange.

How is he all right?

Is it 【The Power of the Mountain God】?

I didn't expect [Mountain God Power] to have such benefits.

In an instant, the two people who were still alive just now became corpses, and there were only one Lin Feng left among the three.

The spirit of dragon and tiger protects him from harm.

[Mountain God's Power] Bless him from poisonous substances.

He is the person who is most adapted to life in the mountains.

Who would have expected that the rookie at the beginning would become an old driver in this team after a game.

Lin Feng looked at the two dead companions, took off the water sac, food, and some medicinal materials, and sachets from them, and hung them on his body.

The sachet on the guide has a strong smell.

Zhu Baihu's sachet has no smell.

It seems that Zhu Baihu's problem appeared here.

As for some weird things, here are many evil magic weapons on the guide, but he didn't take them.

Fishing for things that are out of the way, antagonizes him.

I got Zhu Baihu's waist card, put it in my arms, picked up the map, glanced at it briefly, and walked forward.

There is only one road ahead, no need to choose.

There are several places on the map, circled with blood ink.

Lin Feng felt that this might mean danger.

Holding the map in his hand, Lin Feng entered "sedation" shallowly, [Jian Xin Tong Ming] did not feel any danger, and there was no danger signal in the wind.

Unlike in Wudu, Lin Feng felt that this time he had entered "sedation", and the entire mountains in western Hunan were extremely welcoming to him.

Like a child coming home.

Following the wind and leaving his body, Lin Feng saw that the forest was densely packed with ghosts. They were all hiding behind the trees, pulling on the trunk to peek at him, and found that Lin Feng saw them, and these ghosts suddenly became mad. The oppressive Yin Qi slapped towards him from all directions.

For some reason, Lin Feng felt that compared to the iron nematodes, these ghosts were just like that.

I can see it all.

He was not so afraid.

You can kill it.

Besides, he didn't feel any threat from these ghosts.Before he could move his sword, a tiger roar came from behind him.

Those ghosts dispersed immediately, and Lin Feng also felt that his "sedation" state was broken.

"Dragon and Tiger Qi is really a tiger's roar? Is there also a dragon's chant?"

Lin Feng was surprised.

At this moment, Lin Feng felt that he had taken in a puff of air, reaching his lungs.

He was sure that the mountains in western Xiangxi really took care of him as his own. He opened his mouth and exhaled lightly. The ninth rank practiced by shamans is called collecting qi, and the upper eighth rank is called nourishing qi. The difference is that collecting qi, The Wind Spirit chose Lin Feng's lungs. Over the years, the lungs warmed the whole body. He stored the air in the lungs and exhaled it when he used it.

Gathering qi is not very powerful, at least it can't show Lin Feng's appearance outside the body.

Maybe not as good as crazy.

After all, he sold his soul and soul to King Yaksha, and Lin Feng just snatched some wool from the wind of the Creator.

When it comes to nourishing qi, Lin Feng manipulates the wind around him and blesses himself with the wind. For example, when running, he runs faster, and when using a sword, the sword is sharper. Also, living beings blow each other with their breath", or "Feng Xu rides the wind, carries the blue sky on his back, and strikes a thousand miles with a sword", then it is estimated that it will take a third rank to do it.

At that time, even a master of Taoism would praise Lin Feng, "Sword Immortal" when he saw Lin Feng.

But these are a little far away for the time being, and the sword fairy is a little precarious now.

Without choosing to quit, Lin Feng planned to go forward by himself to see what was ahead.

After staying here for a while, about a cup of hot tea, Lin Feng felt a "needle on his back" feeling behind him, as if some great danger was approaching.

The wind also became a little louder, making the leaves rustle, urging him to go first.

stay away from here.

Glancing towards the sky, Lin Feng had a feeling among the web-like dense forest.

God, it's getting dark.

Even in the air, there was a damp smell.

It is going to rain!

Although Lin Feng doesn't have much common sense and doesn't have any valuable experience in forest protection in the deep mountains, he also knows that getting wet in the deep mountains is not a good thing.

The rain will take away the heat from the body, causing people to die of hypothermia.

This is Alpine.

If he was unlucky, a thunderbolt could kill him.

"Two, see you in a few orders, let's go first!"

Lin Feng said politely and left.

His speed is not bad, but the distance between the mountains and the plain are completely different things.

Neither is the road condition.

There is no landslide, and there is no better way to go.

Even though his legs and feet are strong, the Lord Tian changed his face very quickly. In the sky, the sky was completely covered by the cumulus thundercloud like a stone castle.

Rumbling thunder came from a distance from time to time, making Lin Feng flustered.

Tianwei!

The raindrops as big as copper coins hadn't fallen yet, but the surrounding area was darkened visible to the naked eye, and even the sporadic ghosts around them disappeared, and they didn't know where they were hiding.

Lin Feng had a feeling.

A mountain with the sun and a mountain without the sun are two completely different places.

It seemed that under the first thunder, the whole deep forest changed.

As the saying goes, on a night of thunder and lightning, ghosts and evil spirits must lie dormant, otherwise they will be struck to death by the thunder from the sky.

But this is Xiangxi, and Lin Feng didn't know how true or false those old sayings were.

Pulling apart the map, Lin Feng found that the Xishen Inn mentioned by the guide was three miles away.

It's just around the corner.

Even if the guide said that the inn was evil, he couldn't care less about it.

No choice.

Between being struck by lightning, being drenched in the rain and temporarily avoiding the limelight, Lin Feng chose to temporarily avoid the limelight first.

Another thunder rang out, and Lin Feng felt the hairs on his arms stand on end.

He spread his legs and ran towards the Xishen Inn, which was a bit off the right track.

Drilling so deep into the forest, Lin Feng forgot one thing.

He doesn't have a compass.

There are no stars in the sky.

There is no sun either.

How did he find his way?
(End of this chapter)